Fat Heidi: This is bullcrap! How can they force me to be the science fair judge?! Now I know how it feels to be a slave!

Wendy: It's... not exactly like being a slave, Heidi.

Fat Heidi: Yes it is! Am I being paid to judge the science fair? No. Do I have a choice? No. "Oh yes masah. Lemme judge that science fair for ya sir!"

Theresa: God, will you stop?!

Fat Heidi: Theresa, don't get all aggro on me because you're pissed off your family lives in a trailer.

Theresa: My family doesn't live in a trailer! We live in a tiny home. My parents downsized to make a smaller footprint on the environment.

Fat Heidi: That's what I said. Your family lives in a trailer.

Theresa: There's lots of progressive people living in tiny homes! There's five others on my block.

Fat Heidi: Right. That's called a "trailer park."

Theresa: I don't live in a trailer park!

Wendy: (to Theresa) Just don't even respond to her. Just ignore her.

Fat Heidi: I'll try, but she's such a harlot.

Isla: She wasn't talking to you, Heidi.

Fat Heidi: Oh, looks like Isla has something to say you guys. Hold on, I'm sure this is going to be really profound. Go ahead, Isla, knock us out with you wit and satire. This should be good, you guys.

Eric Cartman: Hey Heidi, what's up?

Fat Heidi: (Uninterested) Oh hey babe, what's going on?

Eric Cartman: What are you up to?

Fat Heidi: (Voice trails off) Nothing. Just talking to my girlfriends about tiny homes.